The
bow of the yacht takes off on a sea wave, almost to the sky. Foamy
sea spray mixes with the clouds. There are no more borders: the sky
cyan mixed with the Mediterranean blue, white clouds are running
over the waves. It seems that only the white sails of fast-moving
yachts divide this world into sea and sky. Look, one brave grotto
is already gliding above the horizon and vying with the
seagulls.
